"L-Luara?"
Her name slipped from my lips, a reflexive whisper carrying the weight of memories I had no intention of recalling.
Yet, as I stared at the young woman standing before me, fragmented images and forgotten emotions surged through my mind, an unstoppable tide breaching a dam I hadn't even realized existed.
"Hm~ did you take some of those famous rejuvenating potions, Papa? You look much younger~ you're even wearing academy uniform.... is this a cosplay kink with Mama~?"
Her playful tone was a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding within me.
Her voice, her face, her presence—they struck me with an inexplicable familiarity.
Each word she spoke added to the whirlpool of memories, fragments swirling violently, out of order, and incomplete.
My already hazy mind descended further into disarray, the throbbing ache behind my eyes worsening with each passing second.